Tuesday, November 1, 2011

Random thoughts from the ghetto-Volume 51

-Some of the Bills' fans who call local radio talk shows are irritating. The team won 23-0 yesterday and they're calling to talk about all the things they did wrong. They won 23-0! It reminds me of the Super Bowl years. They'd beat a team by 30 points and someone would call on Monday and say they were really "worried" about the play of the team's long snapper.

-Most people watched this 30 second news clip on WIVB and saw just another boring political piece. Of course, most people don't possess the well trained eyes of the Blogger. Dale Carnegie devoted a whole chapter to nonverbal cues...

-John Tesh said the other day that the latest craze among some men was romance novels. Not dirty novels, but sweet, romantic books. Apparently, the anonymity which comes with E-books is changing what people are willing to read. I don't consider myself macho by any stretch. But, if I'm with someone and they bring one of these books up in public, I might have to sucker them.

-They should set up Pay Per View boxing matches between Tea Party activists and the Occupy Wall Street protesters. I would pay to watch that.

-The Buffalo News did an article awhile back about the political families of WNY. Someone from one of the families actually said their family's years of experience were beneficial to the constituents. That had to be one of the most ridiculous things I've ever heard. Experience at what? Getting jobs for their family members while the rest of us leave the area?

-Every time they catch one of these serial killers, they always report that the neighbors had complained about a "persistent odor" coming from the house. We have that around here, too. It's called the Sorrento Cheese Plant.

-In the 80's, you'd hear about someone getting pulled over with 100lbs of cocaine, after blowing a stop sign with a broken tail light. Today's equivalent would be people who post criminal behavior on Facebook or "tweet" about the house they just broke into.

-I love when people say, "you owe it to your readers" or "aren't you worried about offending your readers?" Have they been reading this blog for the last three years?

-Or they call Mickey Kearns or the City Hall Rooster to complain, because they're too arrogant to contact someone like me directly. (Four people have done this for some strange reason.) Big mistake, because hearing that I've gotten under their skin is like sweet music to the Blogger's ears.

-The Son of Sam, David Berkowitz, said he thought a neighbor's barking dog was the devil's voice ordering him to purify the world through killing. Those playful pets.

-In carrying on the Halloween tradition of being someone that nobody would know, I decided to dress this year as Osama bin Laden's trusted courier, Abu Faraj al-Libi.

Have you have been an un-American?Just you and your idol singing falsetto 'boutLeather, leather everywhere, andNot a myth left from the ghetto...

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